Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. Stephen King, The Body (via dahlia—noir)

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Me.
I and me are always too deeply in conversation. Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via dahlia—noir)

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He is not prince charming, love. None of them are, and you are not a princess. You’re a villainess. You’re the evil queen. Own it. Kill anyone who says you’re not the fairest of them all. It is you who will save yourself. Sade Andria Zabala  | excerpt from Notes To My Teenage Self (via dahlia—noir)

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Do not be so sweet
That people will eat you up.

Nor so bitter that
They will spit you out.

Pashto Folk Saying (via dahlia—noir)

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6 days ago // 31,067 notes
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I was quiet, but I was not blind. . (via dahlia—noir)

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1 week ago // 274,392 notes
You are beautiful. Own it. Walk like your hips move mountains. unknown  (via but-first-wine)

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She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there. Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via dahlia—noir)

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assified:

summertime sadness
conigliomannaro:

pudgykitties:

Me?

Yes you
dahlia—noir:

Villa d’Este, Cernobbio, Italy